Sinar Cinta Ramadhan
Gathering

"Mother go to the mosque first, Ram. You spit, the first day of the mosque tarawih is usually full," said the mother who had prepared with her meeting, and the peace that she put in her hands.

"Well, ma'am," said Rama who was buttoning his clothes while looking at his reflection in front of the mirror.

"Yep, it's ready, just leaving," he murmured to himself.

Adzan isya chanting reverberated in some nearby mosques. Immediately Rama went to the mosque, he was in a hurry for fear of late congregational prayer.

When Rama fix his sandals that are not comfortable to wear. A girl who walked while tidying up her immaculate face, bumped into Rama from another direction.

"Brukkk!"

"Aaww!" complained both.

Rama quickly caught the girl who was about to fall, one hand caught her back, and one hand grasped Laila's beautiful fingers.

For a moment they looked at each other.

'Beauty' Inner Rama.

'Handsome' Laila's inner.

They soon awakened, and then parse each other.

"Sorry," said the two together nervously.

Both of them smiled in shame.

"It seems .. we are late. Comeing! We have to wudu again" said Rama softly.

Rama quickly resumed his steps, followed by Laila behind him.

Incidentally, the place of wudu in the mosque is only one, which is used jointly by men and women for the moment, because other wudu places are in repair. Therefore, the residents prefer wudu at home, because wudu in the mosque will definitely queue.

"Euu, please you first!" rama invited Laila.

"Just you!" reject Laila.

"There's no time to argue. Go ahead, ladies first!" rama said politely.

Finally Laila berwudu first.

Rama had stolen a look at the face of Laila who was so beautiful and smooth.

'God willing, beautiful' Inner Ramah.

Laila had finished wudu, he stood facing the qibla to raise his gaze skyward and say do'a after wudu.

Rama is caught off guard while stealing a look at Laila.

Both of them became misbehaved. Rama, ashamed of his fear, looked at Laila, and Laila, ashamed of being looked upon by Rama.

"Ma-cari. I go first," said Laila nervously.

"D-yes." Rama was nervous as he nodded.

Rama immediately took water wudu, not forgetting he also read do'a after wudu, and immediately entered the mosque. Fortunately, Rama was left behind only two rakaat, so he could still follow the congregational prayer.

A small number of Jamah choose tadarus mosque after tarawih, many also choose to go home, whether to meet at home, or just relax, there are also those who continue work for those who are busy.

"Rama!" call Nur a female friend who is already very familiar with Ramadan.

"Hey! Nur," said Rama with a smile.

"No tadarus in the mosque?" ask Nur with a smile on his lips.

"No, I have to stay at home, tonight I have to deliver my subscription gosend order" said Rama.

Suddenly Laila passed in front of Rama and Nur, making Rama turn his gaze to Laila.

Rama ended the conversation with Nur. "I go first, Nur," said Rama without reducing his smile.

"Yes, Ram. Please!" nur.

Rama walked quickly. It seems he's trying to catch up to Laila.

"Assalamualaikum," Rama said to Laila.

"Waalaikumsalam" answered Laila.

"You!" Laila was surprised, as she glanced at Rama, without stopping her steps.

Rama continued to follow Laila's steps, and went hand in hand.

"You're new here, huh? I just saw you?" asked Rama softly.

"My name, Laila. Bi Ira's niece, '" explains Laila.

Laila nodded small with a smile.

"Then, we're next door. That's my house!" show Rama to his house.

Laila looked towards the finger Rama pointed at. The house is right next to his aunt's. Laila smiled back and nodded.

"Let's go, I go first" said Laila shyly, and walked over without waiting for a reply.

"Come." Rama never stepped into his house, he stood there, staring at the departure of Laila until lost behind the door of Ira's house.

Laila closed the door slowly, behind the door she checked her heartbeat, keeping both hands in her chest.

"Faith" he murmured and exhaled.

Laila peeked at Rama behind the curtain, making sure Rama had gone from there.

Rama who was smiling himself looked towards the house bi Ira.

Lalila smiled, 'God willing, how handsome' inwardly.

Laila did not realize, bi Ira had been watching her since she entered the house earlier.

Bi Ira also stepped slowly, and took a peek next to the other curtains.

"Oohhh, his name is Ramadhan used to be called Rama" said bi Ira, who managed to surprise Laila.

"Astagfirullah, Auntie!" he said with surprise.

Bi Ira laughed at the surprised Laila.

"Why do you care about Rama with all his things?" ask bi Ira.

"No, Laila doesn't care about Rama. Just look at the baso, who knows he's passing by," he looks, then goes to his room to cover up the embarrassment.

Bi Ira smiled. "Basic teenager, meatballs need to be peeked, tar also he called when passing."

Laila placed the prayer mat on the table, took the Quran and chanted it with tartil.

On the sidelines he taught, there was a roar of a motorbike engine ringing in the yard of Ramadhan's house. Laila paused for a moment, then got out of bed, and walked towards the window of her room.

Open a little curtain so you can see the figure of Ramadan. In his room this Ramadan home page can be seen more clearly.

Laila smiled as she looked at the beautiful scenery she encountered at this moment. Rama, who was wearing his ojol jacket, was saying goodbye to his mother and kissing the back of her hand. Then Rama hugged the mother very anxiously, making her mother complain.

"Dudududuhhh .. already Ram, the habit if you hug Mom, must be out of his anxiety," complained the mother with a smile.

Rama laughed with his mother. He said hello and then drove.

Laila was stunned by the familiarity of the mother and child, looking so warm.

Laila continued her sentence.

Laila exhaled. Three hours of teaching was enough to drain his breath. Now he feels thirsty. After the end of his sentence, Laila took a drink of water, had not had time to gulp it down, heard the sound of the roar of a motorbike passing and stopped at the house of Ramadan.

Laila was caught off guard, by Rama as she peered behind the curtain the second time, her heart racing.

Rama smiled, when he knew the beautiful woman he met when he wanted to pray tarawih was watching him.

Rama enters the house slowly, he smiles to himself remembering Laila. Unexpectedly the mother who had not slept came to surprise him.

Seeing the boy who smiled to himself, the mother also metodanya with various babbles, which made Rama blush embarrassed.

Their familiarity makes Rama did not hesitate to embrace and embrace the mother.

"Em, your dry smell, Ram," said the mother.

"It's time, Mom." Rama kissed both of his armpits,

"No, ah ma'am" said Rama.

"Emang no," said the mother with her chant.

"So, the mother frowned" said Rama by investigating the mother.

the mother chuckled later. Their warmth continued to intertwine endlessly. This mother and son cannot be separated from the laughter every day.

Rama always gave the results of his work to the mother, not a few sacrifices Rama who made his mother cry haru, proud of the son. D'oa always flows in the mother's mouth.

Rama left his father five years ago, since the first time he stepped on college. Since then, Rama has tried to breed his own kulih and become the backbone of his mother by becoming an online ojek. The mother was not only silent, the mother sold porridge and fried food in front of her house every morning.

In a few months, Rama graduated as an undergraduate, as he expected, and his parents. Rama never complained, although he had to be turned upside down to face every bittersweet life, often even the insults greeted him from his college friends who bergenti. However, Rama never cared about it.

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